ooc: Possible Trigger Warning. My Glorious Empty Tumblrxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I am scared... The gurgling noise that awoke her was absolutely terrifying, and she knew the source.[/URL] Jessie gasped as her head shot up and she limped quickly over to her father, "No.. no no no. NO!" Jessie got on her hands and knees next to the man and tilted his head forward. This was probably not the smartest move for someone with a neck injury, but drowning in his own blood would be much worse. Jessie watched as the man gasped in terror and inhaled and exhaled like a fish out of water... except he was gaining air. "I can't do this anymore." "Dad please..." She looked around the room, the butler was still asleep but the maid was now awake holding her hands to her heart. She felt a nudge in front of her and listened to words being spoken to her, "You always said you wanted to help people... so please do me a very important favor... please..." The looked down to see the object nudging her was a gun. Jessie placed his head down gently and screamed, "NO NO NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT." "Jessie please... I am dying..." "Nothing ever calls for death dad... I'll get you help, I'll get you outside and find someone to help us." "I am in more pain waiting for death than I would be if I were to be dead..." "No I'm not doing it... I can't and I will not." Jessie quickly grabbed the gun out of her father's hands and backed away from him, "It is a very selfish act of you." "Selfish? Yes it may be, but how selfish is it that you are keeping me from dying. There are many people out there probably dead, do you really think they will all jump to help me out? Especially when my son could the one to blame... oh wait. I'm sorry. My daughter because she clearly does not wish to be a man." "Why are you attacking me?" "I am in pain." she listened to him cough before he replied, "And I do not understand why you cannot help your father out..." "What do you think I have been doing for five days? Sitting here and having a tea party?" "It is possible you being y-" she watched as her father started coughing up blood again, the look of terror and horrid pain filling his eyes. She felt this pain in her heart watching it happen. Such a great man, thinking about everything and always being reasonable. Here he was, begging for death... and he seemed accepting of it. She tilted his head again to allow the blood to exit his mouth. The breathing started again and Jessie looked across the room to see the maid with her hands covering her face in a cry, and the butler now awake and at attention. Jessie bit her lip and felt a tear go down her face. Things within the basement were starting to shake, it was only a matter of time before things in this house would start to collapse. It was only small, but the structure of her house would cave in on them if they didn't leave now. "Get bags of food and supplies. I will grab a bag myself. Then grab a mask over there, they are not oxygen masks unfortunately, but anything to help keep radiation from becoming worse is best... Then open the door." "Yes maam!" She felt her dad shake in her arms and she refused to look down, she picked up the gun next to her and placed it next to his temple, she felt her hands shake as tears were in her eyes, "Goodbye Dad, I love you." She pulled the trigger and felt the body lose it's life in her grasp, and felt a liquid she assumed was blood flow onto her arm, she wouldn't dare look down at the body... she wouldn't dare... She could only look into the eyes of the other two in the room. One's eyes filled with tears and the other's with shock. "I-I, just keep moving we will... we will be alright." she replied still crying as the house started to tremble again.
My Glorious Empty Tumblrxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I am scared... Jessie walked away from the transmitter and started working on the radios again, hoping one would somehow get a signal. Instead she found herself passing out of the desk with tools in her hand. She told herself it would only be a nap, but instead fell into a deep sleep filled with nightmares about her father dying and people chasing after her, all out to kill her for reasons she did not even know.
My Glorious Empty Tumblrxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I am scared...[/URL] x This was one of those moments she was really glad her mother used to be Mormon. The room was filled with supplies for food, first aid, protection. Everything was readily available, it was almost a blessing in her mind. Jessie was just wishing she could appreciate it more. On a pile of blankets and empty potato sacks layed her father with a puncture wound in the neck and a horrific fever. Her mother had not been heard from, but her mother had gone to Coy City the day the bombs were dropped. Although she kept her in her prayers, Jessie had a feeling in her heart her mother was no longer amongst the living. One butler and a maids had made it down with her in time while everything was ricocheting, and she figured she would have heard from the others by now if they were still alive. The fact she decided to head home the day the bombs dropped was a lesser of two evils, the Edwards Castle (As she loves to call it) lies relatively near the southern border of Brookridge so of course she expected damage like they had received. Thank god her family was rich, and her mother a religiously unsure individual. Despite being safe somewhat, Jessie was feeling her agoraphobia kick in and her father was not well and needed help neither she nor the two servants could provide. However, communication with the outside world was clearly becoming an issue. Jessie fiddled around with the oldest radio they had, but she had gotten to the point she could not receive anything at all. Jessie closed her eyes and heard the familiar cough of her father. Jessie grabbed a cane she had nearby and walked over to him. Her leg was getting better, because it was not broken, but her father's condition was clearly going the opposite. "Son, can you get me water..." Jessie felt her head twitch and she closed her eyes, "No, however your daughter can." "Jessie,you could be a walking talking pile of dog feces and it wouldn't matter, I need water and your gender is the last of my concerns at the moment." "I am having doubts I will ever leave here." "Dad! Do not say that." She grabbed another bottle of water and washed the blood around the wound on his neck "If I were you at this moment, I would be more terrified that these bombs are partially because of you." "I have told you, I had no part in whatever the hell this woman is accusing me of, if accusing me at all. I have been having all sorts of weird things happen ever since I got that email." "You never detailed me about that odd spam email." "I have no need to, it does not concern you nor does it concern me." "...very well Miss." Jessie sighed as she knocked into an old machine, which when she realized what it was she got herself laughing. "Hey, do you think anyone has a morse code transmitter?" Jessie set it up and pressed a message out, mainly as a joke but in case there was a slim chance someone actually received it.
shoot. Didn't know that... I'll search for it when I get home... if I get home edit: I fixed it now : )
❥Full Name: Aislin Mullaney ❥Appearance: Aislin ❥Age: 17 ❥Likes: Constellations, Campfires, Ducks, Collecting Beanie Babies , Writing her own songs, Television, Puzzle games, Sci-fi novels. ❥Dislikes: The color brown, people touching her hair, needless arguments, people who try to hard to be different, feet. ❥Weaknesses/Fears: She is afraid of slugs and spiders, and is allergic to nuts(not tree-nuts) ❥Strengths/Talents: Eating hot/spicy foods, Irish Yodeling, Trivia and Riddles. ❥Personality: Active and social in the daytime, Lazy and antisocial at night. Not reliable it comes to promises and deadlines, and can often come across as "that fairweather friend" ❥Sexuality: Heterosexual ❥Favorite Color: This Shade of Green ❥Instrument(s): They are studying general music(So like...everything) but her preference is Percussion ❥Crush?: Erik Riley Winst ❥Cupid's Brew?: No ❥Availability: Well, I'm an eastern standard time gal, but I'm willing to suffer pacific standard because I am nice like that... But at the moment my internet access is a bit difficult to get to, but that will hopefully end soon. I am also in theatre so there are those random days I disappear but I don't think I have ever not gotten to anyone when it happens.... yeah, ramble ramble. ❥Other: ---
Bronagh had gone to climb back up through the trap door when she felt her leg officially give way. The door had slammed above her and her eyes widened as she reached up and forced herself up, she kept collapsing instead. Bronagh felt this familiar surge of helplessness from the broken leg, and she felt tears in her eyes as she cried out,"Help! Somebody help me!" Bronagh eventually stopped screaming, her voice cracked from lack of water until the point her throat was too dry to even speak. She felt the tears stream down her face and dropped her arms from reaching the trap door. It was hopeless in her mind... that's what she deserved she guessed. Bronagh closed her eyes reflecting on how she could have gotten herself out of there, what would be the best way out? She felt her shoulder, and remembered pulling out the rock. It was instinctive, and it was stupid of her. She felt lightheaded the loss of blood but kept shaking it off. She was going to get out of there even if it killed her. Bronagh used all her strength and grabbed the latch of the trap door, she smiled as she pushed it open. She struggled to maintain a grip on the stage. She felt her arms slip as she grabbed onto something on the outside. She felt her wrist losing strength, and closed her eyes and she kept telling herself. I will get out of here, nothing will stop me... nothing... As she moved her arm she felt the heavy object her hand was now trusting with everything slip away from her fingers. Bronagh felt herself drop, and although she kept her leg from hitting the ground and taking all the pain and weight of her body, she instead fell on her head and watched the latch close as her consciousness faded. Hey Dad, I know you really were not real... but to me, you were. What you said when I was younger, about how you wanted to stop existing because you felt you lived your life the best you could have, and your mistakes made you who you were? Let me stop existing with you, Please.... Bronagh Williamson is Dead.
nothing is really "new" it's just a cycle repeating. How about on your side? I can already tell you're in love with someone, but apparently you...
I am doing alright, yourself?
oh nooooo
-pokes and flees-
"Tiuj de malluma koroj, vidi nur lumo." "Run now, children!" Meara blinked slowly when she first heard the words, then she saw a couple kids move. Meara had this clear feeling that the elevator was the last place she should go, considering it was no longer an elevator. Instead she found herself bolting instinctively forward, past the teachers, unmoving and distant in their minds, and straight ahead. When I cannot help you, the best thing you can do when you are weak and helpless... is run as far away as you possibly can. Hide when you can no longer run, you will be safe. You will be alright. Then I will come for you daughter, even if I can no longer return as a human. Meara found herself in an open area where she collapsed to the ground shaking in terror at the events that had occurred and were still occurring. She was not paying attention to who was around her, rather she was more focused on herself. She touched the ground and closed her eyes whispering to herself, "Why in the name of Nüwa were we picked for this thing? There has to be a reason at this point because they said it was a secret earlier."
Meara was amazed at the elevator, or more so with everything. When they had gone of the elevator she was in a decently good mood. When the alarms went off she covered her ears and found herself lowered to the floor. She didn't quite know what the announcement had said, but she watched a student fly into the doors of the elevator and she shot up fast, uncovering her ears and looking around in a panic. "One less brat to ask stupid questions. Prepare the ritual. By the looks on your faces, I bet you all are wondering what just happened. I've been waiting for this day for so long...so I think there's time for a monologue don't you think?" There is never a good time for a monologue. "Let's just say right now a friend of mine is upstairs making short work of security. It's funny what kind of holes in security can be made when you know someone working to protect Wendel's own President. And guess while we're making you kiddies take the fall for it, us adults will be planning something bigger. How convenient it is that you all are trapped here with no way out..." Meara started looking around the room slower and much more carefully. Paying attention to her surroundings. Of course everything was carefully planned, and now they were trapped in a room with no clear exit. Meara stepped forward a bit and spoke, "Well... if we are all trapped in a room, and there are many of us here... What is stopping us from telling everyone that you were responsible for it? You have told us yourself that you intend to have us take the fall for it."
Wow, everyone's was so great I am having so much trouble choosing (grrr) 1. Ienzo I am going to be honest... I am really behind on Doctor Who, so I don't know who the character is... but the fact that I actually went researching her because your sig made me really interested was great. Okay onto actual graphic things...What I really love about this was the use of a red colour scheme to fit her dress(That at this point I am assuming is red) and the font style and placement of it. The only critique I really have on it, is that the top and bottom part seem to be brighter than the main part and it looks off to me, but it also seems to compliment the style so that um... might be purposeful?Either way, brilliant job! I love it. 2. Hayabusa I absolutely love this game and I felt this picture was a very accurate portrayal of it. The colours chosen were gorgeous and the whole "Welcome to Rapture" text ties it in perfectly and shows a.. pretty warm welcome(lol). The only thing I really wish was that the main part with the characters was a bit darker, but it works for this because of the colour scheme.I have to go find this game again... fantastic job ^_^3. Midnight Star Hehe, Scotty was one of my favorite characters in the new movie. Not as much in the original series but his rebirth in the newer movie worked for me. That being said I love how this portrays his character. The quotes chosen were excellent and I really enjoy the green colour scheme. My only problem, was that even though it was supposed to have a text overlay look, the sideways quotes kept distracting me(or at least the one to the right... the one to the left took me a while to find).That's the only downside I see to it, great job. : )
Allow me to write a little tale for the heck of it as I test out new banners... Please do not kill me...[/url] Once there was a little boy, one who just never seemed to fit in. He didn't like sports, he didn't like girls... more importantly he did not like himself. He couldn't figure out why he was so different from the rest, he pretended to like the things a guy would like and it never worked out. He found out a little thing called MtFT. After researching it for a while he made a decision. The boy went up to his father, sat down at a table after making him a cake and set up a dinner for him. His father chuckled, and spoke as a joke. "J.L, you seem to be cooking and decorating as though you are a female.""Actually, dad... that's what I want to talk to you about.""Oh?""Dad... what if I told you... I didn't want to be your son anymore..? I want to be your daughter.""I cannot tell if this is a joke or not.""I am not joking...""If that's what will make you happy. Then I will be happy." That day his J.L. dropped the Louis and only kept the Jessie. And on the boy's Thirteenth birthday he officially became a she. And she had trouble being happy... because people kept thinking she was still a him.
Like where in the skeleton do you start; the name, back story, personality or someplace else? -Usually I tend to start off with backstory and personality because that tends to influence my character's appearances. Then I pick the appearance and the last thing I choose is a name. Often I like to choose names with a symbolism to them whether or not it is used in the actual RP is a different story. (ie. Aoife means "Dear" in gaelic. Or a name that references to a famous person.) Do they come easy or does it take some time to think of something? -This usually varies for me depending on the RP. One time I spent a total of 2 weeks on a character sheet for something because I developed a backstory, while others I can make in a day or so. Do you have pretty much everything about them laid out from the start or do things come to mind as you go? -Often things tend to come in mind as I go, which leads to me straying from original CS frequently... but a lot of things I usually have layed out from the start. Also wondering what things you like to see in the skeleton and what things you don't like seeing. - I really love it when I see a skeleton that asks for character flaws, but at the same time I hate it when they ask for strengths... it's weird I know...
x"Oh sorry! When I said early I meant like... 4 in the morning is too early for me..."xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"A-and sometimes he ends up meeting people and bring them in the group h-himself but most of the time people just meet the leader while or after seeing the greeter..."xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeagan was a little confused by this, but she did not let it bother her for long before she answered back, "Okay, thank you for everything." Teagan was quiet for another minute because she didn't know what else to say, instead an auto response came up out of nowhere, "I hope to see you again soon...?"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeagan was silent again, not sure if she would get a reply, but instead watched One hop around the room insanely. Something was off with it's system, she could tell almost immediately. Once she was off the phone she would immediately be fixing it.
x"You can remain living where you are or you can come to one of the bases, we have one pretty much everywhere. They're nice... A-anyway, you'll need to meet our official greeter, I'll get you an appointment for tomorrow. Try to, anyway. Earliest time at least! You can also talk to our leader as well who can answer any questions you may have. Then basically live carries on like normal until mission time."xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeagan took basic notes as fast as she could in a notebook, she ended up having to shorten words though that she might forget what they stood for later. When she heard earliest time her heart skipped a bear and she stopped and listened to her finish speaking.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"W-wait, how early is early... and who is the leader?" Teagan was quiet before she chuckled to ease her nervousness, "Or will that be answered when I meet the um... greeter?"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeagan picked up One and put it on the couch next to her, she wasn't sure how the response would go but she might as well ask her now.
x"Um, your note said to call if I was interested in joining... I-I'm interested."xxxxxxxxxxxxShe was quiet for a moment as she thought about what to say next, "But, you also said you needed to confirm if I was an Alpha or not..." Teagan sat quiet for about a minute, she was having trouble saying it, but she forced herself to trust Victoria, at least enough to tell her, "...I am an Alpha."xxxxxxxxxxxxxThe last sentence seemed forced out, but not in a way that would make it seem like she was lying, more so that she struggled to tell her, it was almost a milestone for someone to hear her say she was an Alpha, the group... she realized they didn't have a name, the group of them at the bank, they were lucky, she wasn't fully sober at the time she helped out.
xThe slightly familiar stuttering reassured her a bit, at first she forgot to respond and just sat there doing nothing for a moment before she shook her head, "U-um, hi. Is this Victoria? This is Teagan O'Brien... you were just over here at my house not too long ago?"xShe felt like she may have been stating the obvious but at least she could make sure she was getting the right person. She shifted her legs on the couch as she watched One hop into the living room.xThis is what I get for giving you more freedoms? Disloyalty? ...fine...xShe motioned for One to hop up on her lap. When they was there she started petting them behind the ears.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xShe had written down possible replies so she wouldn't have too much trouble on the phone. Teagan read over her written messages a couple times, then read over the note again. From what she saw, Red Flag didn't seem to be a bad idea... the only part she was unsure about was Alphas being greater... but of course people would go through these things peacefully right? This was all just like a petition right? She could only hope. Teagan picked up her yellow cellphone. She did not want her red phone tracked, she kept it encrypted purposefully, calling someone on it that wasn't someone she trusted entirely on it left a trail to follow. Her yellow phone, although more important that the blue phone, was often the phone most broken or lost. She nervously dialed the number on the card left by Victoria, and held the phone up to her ear and closed her eyes.
